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THE EVE OF ST.AGNES 
AP RLIACL SY 
EDMUND GOSSE 


us pte cone froma sortof 
running journal which he sent 
to his brother & sister~in~law in 
America. From this source we 


IOS SS PS Ses 


learn that he spent some time at 
Chichester after fhe death of Tom 
Keats in December 1818. He pro~ 
bably went down to the friends in 
Chichester before Christmas, for 
he was back at Wentworth Place, 
Hampstead, in fhe last weekof Jan- 
Abs He writes to et and 
r5.Gi orgs Heals (Feb. 14, 1819) 
“Nothing worth speaking of hap~ 
pened at(Chichester) [ took down some 
of fhe thin ahh we onitalittle 
poem,called’StAgnesEve' which you 
will have as itis when have finished 
theblank part of the rest for you.” 

In his next packet he sends the 
copied draft to America. These re~ 
marks Lord Houghton had doubtless 
overlooked when he said that “The 


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FrPreface 


Eve of St.Agnes was begunona 
visit to Hampshire, for Keats 
does not seem to have gone to Win- 
chester, in the latter County, until 
August 1819. It would doubtless 
be safe, however, in accordance 
with aletfer to Bailey, to say that 
the poem was finished at Winches- 
ter. InSeptember, Keats writes:~ 
~ am now engaged in revising St. 
AgnesEve and studying Italian. 

By November he alfeady takes 
the finished poet as a type of” 
one class of his productions & 
writes to Taylor, “I wish to dif~ 
fuse {he colouring of StAgnes Eve 
throughout a poem in which» 
character and sentiment would 
be the figures to such drapery.” 


WRG Shi idles 


Yen of the poem,on the 

: In paper” which 

at took down 
him to Chiches- 


splendid library of Mr. Godfrey 
Locker~Lampson at Rowfant. 
Hisfather, Mr. Frederick Locker, 
bought it ofa bookseller in Lon~ 
don afterthe death of Severn. The 
first seven stanzas are unfortunately 
lost, but from this point onwards the 

S.is perfect. Therearemany can~ 
celled readings, some of them of great 
interest; these have been carefully 
preserved by Mr. Buxton Foreman in- 
his noble edition of the writings of ° 
Keats(1083) In every instance,thes, 
corrections are for the better and 
emphasize the admirable yudg-~ 


FSrPrefaceazaxw 


are quite enough to en~ 
able us to place its en~! 
YaZeM tire history in the event~ 
KY ful year 1319; when the 
wy genius of Fleats was at 
ils height, and his physical 
ae eane to ifs catas~ 
tropfre 


HE Eve or Vigil of 
D4) dt sh Soe isthe» 
fog te 20 th of January, 
G@ (x 4] and itisnot impos~ 
en “4 sible that Keats be~ 
A) > gan his poem ne 
54 very rect of the year 131 
From his sinus at Chi~ 
chester he might see the fl flocks, 
silent in ‘winter fold? his lonely 
om s might disturb thehardand 
send her “limping thro’ the frozen» 
grass. Itis, at WiHeeahib tobe pointed 
out that the poet was perfectly 
correct in connecting these images 
of midwinter with his festival, and 
at some of his commentators, who 
have stated that Halloween } is the. 
Eve of St.Agnes, are quite incorrect. 
Hallowmass or Allhallowstide is, 
ontKecontrary, held late in the, 


HAPrefacequzaaz 


autumn, and All Hallows Eveis the 
Ast of October. Where Keats 
found his attribution to St. Agnes 
of the power of summoning up the image 
of true love, | am not aware. That 
acta isuniversally allowed to the. 
aints in congress on the Vigil of their 
day of united mass,G~that in many coun~ 
tries. But what authority had Keats 
forattributing it particularly to StAgne? 
I donot know, but I conjecture that 
it was based upon a ashy a 


aj N a work on antiqui~ 

ties which was pop~ 

ular inKeatss day, 

i en Jonson is quoted 
Mas describing the 

WEA powers of StAgnes 


to reveal to the enamoured their 


CRG SS Pi Shes 


future husbands or wives. Foran 
such passage have searched the works 
of Ben Jonson invain, but in his masque 


of “The Satyr’ we may find these lines» 


Ste can start our [rarklins Caugntlers 
Li the steep writ Serdefr Plaughler, 
Lidon wee StAnnas night 
Leed them with apromsed sig, 
Some of hustantt, some ovens, 
Vt hich an empty dream diwoves. 


Tn default of any reference to St. 
Agnes, we may ye (I think) this al~ 
lusion toa very different personage, 
St.Anne, as probably having started 
a on his adorable imaginative 
adventure. WhetherAnne or - 

gnes, vigil or mass, the source really 
matters nothing to us: what is essen~ — 
tial is the incomparable result. 


HKPre faces! 


"The exact reference is evidently 
not to be traced by mortal man, for 
even the excellent Leigh Hunt, 
whose enthusiastic commentary 

of the Se a in ae ondon_> 
Journal’ of 18355 was the ear~ 
fiest claim put forwar for the, 
highest honours for ‘The Eve 
of Saint Agnes~ falls intoa 
hopeless muddle about the 
at. of the festival. There 
are some disturbing elements 
: aomimon fact which wither 

ie del icacy of a vision by 

eir frost imp act. It is doubt~ 
less best for 5 not to try to 
ow too brutally what was only 


peed even by Madeline 
orphyro. 


Saint Setes 


\ - : ys the legend of St. 
we 


| of A\gnes, upon which 
=| 4 we need not further 
| NN dwell, Bereisonly one 
easel) slight feature which 
eats might (or might not) have liked 
touse had he happened to be aware of 
it. That exquisite cup of col 
green ina white shrine, the snow~ 
flake, is dedicated to this saint, 
whose innocency,~ for her symbol is 
the new-born famb,~ and her purity, 
as exemplified in this coyest and 
coolest of all flowers, are needed 


to permit her with decorum 
to undertake this er Fe 
sitive office of present 


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ing in the hollow of the_. 
night the mirrored forms 
of lovers to those who 
em. 


e form of The 


2 Eve of. = sie pre 
f mi) are worthy of at~ 
ws ws) tention. The tech~ 
a at characteristics of it 
show toaremarkable de~ 
gree the result of Keats's 
close end of the Elizabetha, 
poets stanza he employs 
Sei is the Spenserian, a metre of 
ES\) which he made no use else~ 
where, except in the unwortfy 


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UPTO IG SiS Mles 
fragment of "TheCap and Bells. 


Inthe poem before us,the stanza 
isconducted with a voluptuous 
richness not excelled by Thomson, 
Shelly or “Tennyson, or even by 
Speiiser himself. ‘The poems 
one of those short narratives in 
formal rhymed verse which it is 


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convenient to call “romances. 
In adopting for Isabella & The 
ve of St.Agnes this form, it isnot 
to be doubted that Keats was in- 
tentionally restoring to English 
poetry what had been a signa 
adornment of it in the late sixteenth 
and early seventeenth centuries. 
He was competing with those, 
classical narratives in elaborate 
stanzaic form of which the Venus 


and Adonis of Shakespeare was 


SP re facegeext 


the most popular and the Scilla’s 
Metamorphsis of . Lodge the ear 
liest &« typical specimen. The great 
difficulty in these tales, which 
wete sO nue removed except 
by the lengtf from the lyric was 
» preserve the spontaneity gh: 
athe and § at Be same time, th 
vitality of the narrative~ ino 4 
words to be ra turously i mer ol 
ative, and yet (let us not fear th 
word) continuously amusing. 

t must be said that in the_> 
ski a ui uch e overcomes 
this difficu meas has no rival, 

exce Chace discover a ro~ 
2th! in neh vision Gr evolution 
are held so admirably in the_ 

alance throughout as in the Eve 
of St. Agnes, we must turn to. 


CEG Si Ht sales 


another work of Keats himself,~ to 
‘Isabella, or the Pot of Basil’. 


JHE whole tissue and 
4&)4 colouring of StAgnes 


which the great and 
<a) wonderful poet was 
working. He said himself, "I 
am scarcely content to write the 
best verses, from the fever they 
leave behind. I want to compose 
without this fever. I hope! shall one 
day, he added, but that day was 
never to dawn. ‘There is ae 
no other masterpiece in Englis 
literature in which an equal phy~ 
sical ecstasy is apparent. Like — 
his own Porphyro, the poet is 


faint with a species of agony, 
as one who enjoys to the very 
edge of self control a perfume 
oraflavor, a rapture of melod 
orasplendour of vision. Avery 
little more and the delight_- 
would degenerate into delirium, 
but this step is not taken, the 
artist continues master of him~ 
self. Injust an epithet here or 
an image there the danger Is sug~ 
gested, only to be majestically 
avoided. But further than this, 
in the transport of the nerves, sane 
art can hardly go. “The rapture 
of this poem is proper to a lyric; 

it is almost without precedent. 
that it should be supported, with 
out abreak, throughout so long 
aromance. It is, however, sup» 


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ported, and with such a breath~ 
less ravishness 6f all the senses, 
that in certain stanzas it almost 
passes, beyond ecstasy, into 
positive trance. 


AHIS poem of ‘The 
Eve of St. Agnes’ 
is as fine an exam~ 
ple as ae 


*) (QT 2 sents to us of the 
VA saan’ value and power 
=~ <P of sheer imaginative vision. 
_ When the Carlyles mock- 
ingly alleged that the centra 
episode was nothing but “a 
dream ina store~room” Mrs. 
Browning indignantly replied 
that “no dream could ever be made 


a workof art, unless dreame 
by some azemosus infans,’ like 


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Keats himself. ‘To the sneer 
that the poem is all concerned witf 
the senses, every one who knows 
what poetry is will reply, Yes, but 
the senses idealized. Here is 

oetry pure & simple, witf no 
admixture of non~poetic or even 
sub~ poetic elements. Here is 

e imagination inits quintes~ 
sence. Nor, while English lit- 
erature survives, is it likely that 
a poem will be written more peren- 
nially or deservedly attractive to 
the Youthful, the ardent, and the 
unsophisticated. 


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SSE chill it was! 


Zhe owl, for all his feathers, was a~cold, 


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prayer he saitff. 


Flis. praper af saith, this 
atient holy man; | 

| Chen takes his lamp,& 
=1 riseth from his knees, _ 
And ba ot bp meagre, bare~ | 


Along the chapel aisle by slom degrees 
Che gfe hae a bis side, 
seem {0 freeze, | 
Emprison$ in black, purgatortal rails; : 
Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orai ties, | 
rag by; Shis meak spirit fails 
othink how they may aay? in icy 


hoods ght mails. 


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ASN iS titroush alittle $oor, 

three steps, ere Musics 
golden tongue | 


Flatterd fotears this rut man and 
poor; 


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Aut no~ already hee his deatt bell rung; 


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hat ancient Readsman 

pee the eatrey soft; 
nd so tf chance’, (for 

L{many a door was wide, 


br hurry to and fro) Soon,up rae | 


Rhesilversnarling trumpets gan to chide: 
Che level chambers,readp witf their pride, 
Mere glowing toreceive a thousand gues; 
Khe carved angels, ever eager-ey’d, 
lard, where upon tfeir heads the 
x5 cornice rests 

Bit hair blown back, and ings put 
crosswise on their breasts. 


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Dithesous as shadows haunting faertt 
Che brain, new stuff din pouty, wt 
iriumphs gay | 
Ofoldromance. These let us wish away, 
“nb turn,sole~thoughted,o one).ady ther, 
Whose heart had broodedall that wintry dz 
Onlove, and wingd St-Agnes saintly car, 
As she had heard old dames full many 


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And back retird; not cool’d by high disdain, 
Dut she saio not: her heart was otherwhere: 
he sigh for Agnes’ dreams, te siocet~ 
\eRe est of thle year. ABR 

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se ING GUICR ano short: 

, ES Che hallow" hour was near 

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kZeaiAmid tie timbrels, and tre_ 
pee = —tffrong’ resort 

f whisperers inanger, or in sport; 
Nid looks of love, defiance, hate and scorn, 
dodwinkd toitff faery fancy: all amort, 
ave to 3t.Agnes and her lambs unshorn, 
md all tfie bliss to be before domor~ 
row morn. 


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Wy OLX, 
S).purposing each moment 
(Set, toretire, — 
elinger’d still. Mean- 
time,across the moors, 

ad come poung Porph pro, with heart Yr 

orsMabdeline. Beside the portal doors, 
Buttress from moonlight, stands he, — 
agy «and implores - 
All saints to gibe him sight of Sffadeline, 
Bui for one moment in tRe tedious hours, 
Chat he might gaze S worship all unseen; 
Ferchance pi kneel, touch, kiss~ in 


sooth such things have been. 


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‘ea e ventures in: let no buzz 4 
ZA ohisper tell; | 
All eyes be muffle, orahundred swords 
Will storm his heartZoves fevrous citad 
For him those chambers held bar- | 
barian hordes, 


Ko where he stood, hid from 
e torch’s flame, 


Brn a broad hall pillar, far beyond 


he sound of merriment and chorus bland: 
estartled her, butsoon she knew his face 
nd grasped his fingers in her palsted hand, 
hSaping, Mercy, Porphprot hie thee 
from this place; 
Rhey are all here tonight, the whole 


bloodthirsty race: 


ET hence! get hence! 
Ga teres dwarfish Hildebrand; 
e 3 ant afeverlate,and 
fe if 
Be cursed tee and tRine botfi house& land: 
en theres tat old Lord Maurice, notawhit | 
More tame . his gray hairs-...d\ las met flit! 
it like a ghost away”. .“Fth Gossip dear, — 
babii: barn” here intRisarm-chair sit, 
And tell mehow:..- Good Saints! not 
here, not heres 
Follow me child, or else tfrese stones 
will ity thy bier.” 


QO | fallow 6 through a lowly 
SW SES arched way, 


ing tfre cobwebs witf his lofty 


Findas she Putter’," “Well-a----well~ | 
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¥ YE (Z upon holy days: 
Hou must hold water in awitch’s sieve, 
fAnbd beliege-lord of all tfreBlues and 
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ie soz ilfi is me witframaze, 
Kosee i ek Oa StAsnes ue! 
Gods help! my ladp ee econjurer plays 
Thisvery night: 000 angels herdecerve! 
Sut let me laugh awhile, Sve mickle 
time to griebe” 


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1 poor, weak, palsy~siricker 
4p J} ura thing, | 
Whose passing-bell may eve tie midnight to 
Whose prayers for thee, each morn and 
_ evening, ee 
Werenever miss'd,++---}fus planing, _ 
Soth she bring | 
Agentler speech from burning Porphpro; 
So wo ful, and of such deep sorrowing, | 
aiAngela gives promise shewilldo 
aleber he shall wisl, betide her weal 

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IMIZAVINA, close secrecy, 
ventotnadelines chamber,& there hide 
iminaclosetof such privacy 
aihemighl see her beauty unespys, | 


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fo __ sald the Dame: 
PSs fillcates ano dainties 
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herown lute thou milt see: notimeto spare, 
forlamslow and feeble, and scarce dare 
Onsuchacateringtrust my dizzy head. 
‘Wait here, my child, with patience; kneel 


| : It} prayer 

‘fie while: Ah! thou must needs the lady wes, 
ir may [never leave my grave among 

the dead? 


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triple~arch/d there was, 
All garlanded witfto 
. carvenimagries 
Of frurts,and flowers, and bunches 
Brit. of knot-grass, . 
And diamonded witff panes of quaint 
deuce, : 
{nnumerable of stains and splendid dyes, - 
Fsare the tigermotffs deep-bamaskd wing 
And in the midst, mong thousand 
heraldries, = Sa 
‘nd twilight saints, and dim _ Dyes > 
emblazonings, est Ry 
A shielded scutcheon blush’d Ecafain 
witff blood of queens ng 4a] | 
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ullon this cad 
, onic wintry moon, 
¥A\\ Find ffrew warm gules 
atS— onMadelines (air breast, 

comall e we iad heavens grace 


Be toon illo on her hands, together 


resi, 
Findon her ae cross soft ametffyst, 
FAnd onher haira glory, like a saint: 
a,” seem a eae angel, newly 
rest 
Save DINGS, for heaven:—Porphpro 
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Infancy, fair St-Agnes in her bed, 

But dares not look behind, orall the > 
») charm ts fled. 


den, like amermaid in sea~weed, 


linginh 

—\VoZs oon, trembling inher so 
SSS Mo and hill wat, r 

| [nsortof wakeful swoon, perplexd shelay, 
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ber soothed limbs, and soul fatigued 

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_ FlownJikeatfought, until te morrow-day 
Blissfully haven’d both fromjoy and pain; 
Gasp’ like amissal where swart 

‘a _ Paynims pray; 

| Blinded alike from sunshine and fromrain 
‘Asthough a rose should shut,and bea 
bud again. 


tolen to this paradise, 
and so entranced, 


Porphyro gazd upon her 


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Noiseless as fear ina wide wilderness, 


FAnd over the hush carpet, silent, stept, 


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find ‘tween tffe curtains peepd, where, — 
y lor~ how fast she slept. 
wins h bp th bedside, where | 
REY GS hen by the bedsise, | 
lee iG ‘fe fadedDmoon 
Made adim, silver twilight, soft heset 
fitablo, and, half anguish, tffrew thereon 
f clotfy of Woven crimson, gold, and jet— 
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ie boisterous, midnight, festive _ 


‘dhe kettle~drum,and are heard clartonet, 
SJAffray his ears,tffougt balsa dying tone: 
ehall ligase again, andall the 
noiseisgone, — 


XXX 
7A nd still she slept an azure~ 
l18ded sleep, 
¥ {n blanched linen, smooth, 
and lavenderd, 


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While he how bye be closet brought 
: Of candied smal aun, and plum, 


and gourd; 
‘wit jellies sootfyer yey the creamy curd, 
And lucent sprops, tinct witff cinnamon; 
Mannaand dates, inargosy transfertd 
From Vez; and spiced dainties, every one, 
om silken Samarcand to cedard 
Lebaron. 


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Of wreathed silver: ste ni iM stand 


(n theretired quiet of tie night, 
Filling the chilly room witff perfume light ~ 
And now, my love, my seraph fair, awaket | 
Fhouart my heaven, and {thine eremite: 
Open thine eves, for meek St;Agnes sake, 
Or[ shall drowse beside thee, so my soul 
dotfy ache. 
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HE poses melt as iced stream: , 


itseem’d henever,never could redeem 
From such a steadfast spell his ladys eyes; 
jo musd awhile, entoil’d in woofed 
: phantasies. = 

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SK wakening up, he too 

Zid} her pulls lute,— 
YEA) 5 Cmultuous~and,tn chords 
i __ that tenderest be, 
fe playd an san long since mute, 
nProvence calld, LaBelle dame sans mersy: 
close to her ear touching the meloby;— 
Wherewitf disturbd, she utlerd a 
soft moan: 
Aeceas'’d~ she panted quick~ and 
suddenl 
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he blisses of her dream so pureanddeep 
At which fair Madeline began to weep, 

And moan fortff witless words with 
many a sigh; , 

hile still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; 
Pe kn th ity jor ba and =r 
rearing to move or speak, she lookd so dream- 


Vp indly, 
ie Ae Borphpro!said she,” but x 
Bge7ONs evennow | 
hy voice was at sweet tremble ty mine ear, 
Jade tuneable with every swectest vow; 
ind those sad eves were spiritual and clear: 
jow changd thouart! how pallid, chill, 
, and orear! 
Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, 
Jhose looks immortal, those complain~ 
| ings dear! 
Dh leave me notin this eternal woe, 

or if thou diest, my loove, (know not 
where to go. 


XXKVI 

Meyond a mortal mano 
4 Impassiond far 

Z 7% At these voluptuous 

al accents, he arose, 

Ethereal, flustjd, and like a throbbing star 

gen mid tie sapphire heavens deep 

repose; 

nto her dream he melted, asthe rose 

Hlendetf its odour witf the violet~ 

olution sweet: meantime tie frost~ — 

wind blows — 
ikeLoues alarum pattering the sharp 
sleet 


Pigainst the window-panes; StAgnes’ 
yy moon hatff set. | 
XXXVIL 


aS piv | 
WERT [Z p dark: guick patteretff | 
Psa theflaw~blown sleet: 
ay ream, my bride, mp Madeline! 
Jisdark: the iced Qusts still raveand bed 


“Nodream, alas! alas! and woe is mine | 


Bisnor 


A dove folorn maa with} sick unpruned 


XXXVI 

xy 4 AY) Madeline! sweet dreamer 
Dy 4 goon hdres 

ay, may [be foraye 

_? ruadeal sleet’ tH 

Hy beautys shield, heart~shap’d and 

vermeil dy'd2 

_ Ah, silver shrine, here will [take my rest 

| Fadi $o many hours of toil and quest, 

 Afamishd pilgrim,~sav'd by miracle. 

| Fhoush [have found, (will not rob thy nest 

_ Saving of thy sweet self ; if tou 

| think’st well 

Jo trust, fair Tadeline, to no rude infidel. 


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_. butaboon mbdeed: | 
ji FArise~arise! the morn 
WMirb> Ingisathano;~ 
Me bloated wassaillers will 
never heed:~ 

Let us away, my love, with 
happy speed; 

Phere are no ears to hear, or epes 
to see,—~ a 
DrowndallinRhenish andthe | 
sleepy mead. } 


Awake! arise! my love, and fearlessbe 
For oer the soutffern moors [havea — 
ome for thee" : 


m| HE hurried at his words, 

re beset witff fears, 

) For there were sleeping 

WAR dragons all around, 
Resid Alt glaring watch, per- 

I, aps, witff ready spears~: 

Down the wide stairs adark- 

Qrak ling way they found~ 

EN? (nall the house was heard no 

AY 4 cha y bs ee 

chain~droopd lamp was 

s, "i ckering a each baer} 

he arras, rich with horseman, hawk, 

: _ . and hound, 

Flutlerd in the besieging wind’s uproar; 

And iffe long carpets rose along the 

gusty floor. 


RD GSU1-A 


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nd they are gone: aye, 
ages long ago 
Mese lovers fled away 
into tfe storm. 
That night teParondreamt of manya woe, 
And all his warrtor~ guests with shade 
and form 


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Of witch, and demon, and large i 


Were long be-nightmard. Angela the old 
Died palsy~twitchd, witff meagre 
face deform, 
MjeBeadsman, after thousand aves told 
For aye unsought for slept among his 
ashes cold. 


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